[Hook]
Billy Bad Ass
He thought he had game
But he was lame
He was lame to the game

Billy Bad Ass
He thought he had game
But he was lame
He was hella lame

[Verse 2]
I remember the days when the party was on
If it wasn't a party, he would make it go on
He didn't give a damn if the party was buck
He'd come to the thing doing that old-school stunt
That jealous thing, it never failed, you see
Instead of sticking together, he made it a gangster party
He'd seen someone that owed him years ago
Bust some undercover things and niggas thought it was over
I thought to myself, why it gotta be like this?
By the end of my thought, he was hella pissedInstead of letting it go, as far as dude being black
He was full of liquor and his senses hella lagged
Billy wasn't satisfied unless he cleared his name
A gangsta-ass nigga, thought he had game but he was lame
Next thing you know, I heard a pop goes the weasel
Bad Ass Billy sold his bad ass soul